It seems we're followed
By some Black Knights
The smell of death
Is approaching fatefully
There's no chance to escape
'Cause the black riders
Are on the way
This is the end of our lives
High in the sky
Winged horses they ride
To bring the destruction
On our beloved lands
In the fire we stand
With swords in our hands
Forget all your fears:
Righteousness is on our side!

It seems we're followed...

Lord of the Nine
In the darkness I saw your face
Icon of terror and blood
Your deadly knife waits in silence
Silence was broken by fear
But fear is a feeling of the weak
A hissin' came from the beyond
You were staring at me...
And then... you'd screamed!